Luyện nghe bài hát The Slant

The slant, a building around me
My figure female framed
In the of the room
scraping floorboards with every opening

Carving a rough history of scenes
The plot to follow
The text in the fields of sheets
Slowly gathering the stains of seasons lying there

Red and brown like leaves
The colors of an eternal
Fading with the cycle
And the rinse

an unfamiliar smell
Like my misspelled or misspoken
A cycle
The sound of them

Stalking, talking about their
Like the way meets nail
Pounding, say
Pounding out the of attraction

Like a woman was a drum a body was a weapon
Like there was more they wanted than the journey
Like it was owed to
Steel toed walk

And I'm wondering why fear of men
Maybe it's I'm hungry
And like a baby I'm on them
To me

I am a in progress
in the fabric of a world unfolding
Offering me intricate patterns of
Rhythms never come clean